Thursday 29 January 2009

No comments necessary,

I'm just trying to embrace what I'm reading, bear with me.

Lately, as I've been browsing around in blogland, I'm finding that 2009 is bringing out the best (or worst) in people, with comments or subjects ranging from;

  • *there are blogs that don't have enough 'reality nor drama' so I don't read them,
  • *what's with the prancing unicorns, how do you write about prancing unicorns?
    (*comments, not mine)
  • there are contests, product reviews and recommendations,
  • there are blogs with wonderful movie reviews, political reviews, and sports injuries,
  • there are blogs with job losses, job findings and cross-country life altering experiences,
  • there are deaths and births, divorces and new loves,
  • there long distance romances, heart transplants & battling cancer,
  • new pets, old pets, pets passing on,
  • there is bad spelling, bad grammar, (mostly mine) & articulate renditions of travelling the globe, archaeological studies & beer swilling after running and bowling,

We share it all.

We all read blogs, we all try to support each other no matter what. Some bloggers have even met. Whether you love em or hate em, these are real people writing about what interests them, what is going on in their lives, no one else.

Whether we are battling the bulge, battling addiction, batting a health crisis, family issues or loving / hating winter, we are sharing a little of our lives. Humans as a whole need reassurance, need acceptance and absolutely require advice, tough love, hugs and condolences.

There is never a need to apologise about what is going on in your life.

NEVER!

Life's fun if you don't weaken,

Lily

26 comments:

bluecolnago said...

:)

Bob - BlogMYruns.com said...

can I get a (((HUG))) please :-)

raulgonemobile said...

Very well said.

BeachRunner said...

Right on, Lily-meister.

Anonymous said...

Blogging is my new LOVE.

C said...

Thank you for this. Now I don't feel like I have to apologize for being away for a while.

Although god knows, I might end up doing that anyways... :)

Wes said...

Hellz yea... :-)

Viv said...

That is it making my way to Canada(when it warms up if ever) go give my girl Laurel a hug! WONDERFULLY SAID!

Judi said...

can i get a HELL YEA lilly!

Unknown said...

Right on, sister!

Groover said...

Oi, are you picking on me, Laurel? :-)

I so agree with you but I guess we will have to live with the fact that if we give people a voice (in the comments section) than they will think they've got the right to express their opinion. Any opinion! Glad there is always the delete button for blog authors. :-)

teacherwoman said...

Well said, my dear.

Mark said...

Very well said, and appreciated!

MarieA said...

it's why we keep doing it!
nicely said.

Laura said...

great post. Thanks

Run Mommy said...

A great post. Now I feel less guilty for blathering on about my kids or our trip.. :)

J said...

I agree!

Gotta Run..... said...

Nice... :)))

Marcy said...

You're the shiznit ;D

Unknown said...

Amen !!! *raising glass of water* You can say that again! Well put!

Mel-2nd Chances said...

well said, and an amazing post!
In response to your question about the park... I am not even sure it has a name to be honest. it's a small little parkette surrounded by a golf course, houses and a tennis club 2 min. from my house just north of the GTA. Have a wonderful weekend!

Aka Alice said...

Amen sistah! Amen...

I appreciate all my blogging buddies, that's fo-sho!

SuperDave said...

So true! We need each other's support.

Vickie said...

I try to incorporate both areas of my life--working, living, family, travel, etc. and working out. That is my life so I try not to apologize for it. Sometimes I think people feel they are dumping on others when they complain or whatever, but doing so only affirms to others that you are normal like they are.

Alexandra said...

I enjoy all the uniqueness in blogland and boy, have I learned lots!

You write with eloquence!

Chris said...

You are hardcore. That weather would keep me unmotivated.